This time no words.
Posts tagged ‘colour’
One of my favourite spots in London, the ruins of St Dunstan in the East, used to be a church, built in the 12th. century and was bombed during the Second World War. The atmospheric ruins and gardens of St Dunstan are so full of peace and silence, I can’t help visiting this place whenever I am in London. Although being just at the heart of the busy City of London, in between the London Bridge and the Tower of London, the tranquility and the quietness of this place fascinates me. The moss on the walls, freely growing ivies, old tombstones, lacy windows, the decayed, the worn-out…
Hidden between the office blocks, St Dunstan is the perfect secret garden that won’t reveal itself unless you look for it. And this is the reason of my love for it.
Not quite close to yellow, definitely not red; warm enough but serene at the same time. Orange is hope, in a strange way reminding me of Van Gogh. But of course his orange was also a lot of other things.
Photographs are from Verona. This city has the perfect tones of orange all around.
“Let everything that’s been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing.”
I know it’s not the perfect quality, but I just love remembering that moment, and what it tells me.
She was wandering alone in a mosque in Sarajevo.